Look Alive (Plies Edition) lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm just out in Houston f*ckin' b*tches and eatin' at Pappadeaux
Bad bougie broke b*tches, swear to God I hate these hoes
Lot of n*ggas talkin' killer but ain't nobody dyin' though
Always like she know some sh*t, that lil b*tch be lyin' though
One point six five, talkin' 'bout the condo
f*ck her when I want to, talkin' 'bout your main ho
These lil n*ggas talkin' crazy, make me pull the bag out
Grrrt, grrrt, grrrt, grrrt, catch you takin' the trash out
I don't need a pass, I flex wherever
I don't a b*tch, it won't make me better
Summer '18, I'm so disrespectful
Flooded baguettes, that's a whole 'nother bezel
Stick hold a hundred, that's a whole lot of pressure
Hundred on me now, that's a whole lot of cheddar
f*ck her on cash, bet her pus*y get wetter
She with a broke n*gga, she don't know no better
Time to go to war, I don't care who know
When it come to the bag, yeah a n*gga on go
Six on the wood mean a n*gga on the floor
I don't chase b*tches, yeah I just chase dough
You ain't got M's, can't beef with you
You ain't got sh*t, can't sleep with you
You ain't built solid, can't eat with you
Type of n*gga sh*t can't be with you
All I do is sell out shows
Every time my brother went to prison, I wrote
Y'all n*ggas ain't gettin' no money, y'all trolls
Y'all n*ggas clout chase now more than these hoes
I just want a b*tch who's gon' f*ck me daily
I don't do sh*t free, n*gga f*ck you pay me
I just need a bag, I don't need no lady
Still in the hood, you can find me baby
Gotta keep it bangin' 'cause my buzz too big
Got a new man but she still f*ck with the kid
I just want a b*tch I can spoil right now
Flawed up on the young boy right now
I was in the kitchen hollerin' whip it, whip it
Snitch ass n*gga better zip it, zip it
Real hustler gon' flip it, flip it
Sauce on a n*gga, yeah drip it, drip it
Ridin' down Collin with the top let back
But they still up fire, they gon' bust my gat
I ain't gon' lie, I just want the racks
Everything that I spit, lil n*gga be facts
Pinky ring thirty, ridin' dirty
sh*t pop off, I'ma ride for my whoadie
For my lingo, b*tch I'm sportin'
Pimp sh*t, pimp sh*t, b*tch I'm boatin'
[Chorus]
Look alive, look alive, got the bag, b*tch I'm Plies
Look alive, look alive, got the bag, b*tch I'm Plies
Look alive, look alive, got the bag, b*tch I'm Plies
Look alive, look alive, got the bag, b*tch I'm Plies

[Verse 2]
Walk around right now in Alexander McQueen
Ho called right now, rollin' on a bean
Guess when it comes to the pus*y I'ma fiend
She said I'm the realest n*gga that she ever seen
Head to the jeweler, finna do my wrist
b*tch act up, I'ma do my b*tch
Spent forty-two hundred, that's on my fit
I'ma chase that sack, that's on my jit
X a b*tch out like tic-tac-toe
Your b*tch ain't loyal, that I know
I don't want no pus*y, I just want some head
I don't want no friends, I just want some bread

[Chorus]
Look alive, look alive, got the bag, b*tch I'm Plies
Look alive, look alive, got the bag, b*tch I'm Plies
Look alive, look alive, got the bag, b*tch I'm Plies
Look alive, look alive, got the bag, b*tch I'm Plies